After an evening spent bound and gagged with no possibility for escape, most women would have found it a relief to be finally set free.

Hannah Kwon was not most women.

For eight hours, she’d writhed helplessly as one of the Seraphim Club’s living fetish exhibits, a faceless object to be admired, her identity utterly shorn away by her latex catsuit and leather hood. For eight hours, she’d drowned in a sea of pleasure, as the feel of the catsuit, the sensation of the leather harness rubbing against her apex, and the helplessness that came with the belts binding her arms and legs working their magic to drive her to the brink of utter ecstasy. For eight blissful hours, Hannah Kwon, with all her grief and insecurities and anger over her fiancé’s betrayal, was no more. In her place was the Angel in Leather, the newest and most intriguing feature of the Club’s exhibition, if the admiring whispers from its patrons were any indication. Bound and gagged and utterly helpless against anyone who might consider breaking the Club’s rules and take advantage of her, she’d been relieved of all responsibility, of all doubt, of the need to do nothing but struggle fitfully and enjoy every moment of torturous bliss.

Yet all good things must come to an end. Exhausted from the effort of struggling and distracted by the pleasurable torment of the leather strap rubbing against her womanhood, Hannah barely registered how the voices of the patrons had vanished, the absence of the lights burning overhead also going unnoticed in her desperation to reach her peak after so many hours spent teetering on the edge. Only when Mira’s voice sounded from out of the darkness wrought by the hood did a measure of comprehension break through her fugue state. “Are you all right, my dear?”

“Mmmpppgghh…” Hannah moaned, the rubber ball affixed inside the panel gag robbing the sound of all conviction.

Gloved hands reached out and touched the side of her face. “God, that is a relief. I was worried about you for a second there,” the owner and proprietress of the Seraphim Club exclaimed. “You did great, but for now, just lie back and relax. You’ll be untied in a few.”

Without further preamble, strong arms lifted her off the dais, and Hannah slumped into a woman’s full chest, tangible even through her own catsuit, the warmth and motion of her body lulling the exhausted model towards the abyss of sleep. A few minutes later, and the Korean woman jolted awake to the sensation of a wooden floor beneath her and the leather belts keeping her legs frogtied being unbuckled, a groan escaping her gag as muscles kept tense for hours finally found relief. “Don’t push yourself, or you may develop a cramp,” Mira gently urged. The belts binding Hannah’s wrists and ankles came next, followed by the leather harness, and she gave a cry of dismay as the crotch strap was pulled away, denying her that endless source of stimulation. “Someone seems to have enjoyed herself,” quipped the older woman, unzipping Hannah’s high-heeled boots to expose her bare feet. “You were really impressive out there tonight, Hannah, especially given that it was your first time. I’ve never had so many attendees come up to ask me about an exhibit before. Think you’ve gotten yourself more than a few fans.”

Beneath the veil of her hood, Hannah blushed despite herself, thoughts quickly turning towards the carnal, of a parade of men and women defying Mira’s edicts to pinch and grope and caress her helpless body, the very notion electrifying. The leather corset came away, shapely breasts heaving as they were released, before Mira gingerly removed the catsuit itself, black latex peeling away to reveal smooth pale skin drenched in sweat, the feel of the cool air across her naked body making the Korean woman moan in relief. “Close your eyes for a second, and make sure to open them slowly,” added the older woman. Grunting, Hannah felt the laces of her hood began to loosen, and made certain to obey, the dim lighting of the Club’s dressing rooms still enough to make her brown eyes water after so long trapped in darkness. As expected, they were in one of the Club’s dressing rooms, a wooden bench and side table the only pieces of furniture present. It took all her remaining strength to raise her arms long enough to remove the leather panel gag, until at last she took her first free breaths since the evening began. “So, did you enjoy yourself?”

Hannah swallowed a few times before she could speak. “Oh, that was fantastic!” she finally managed, propping herself up as best as her tired arms could manage, every glorious plane and curve utterly exposed to the other woman’s inspection. “Please tell me the Seraphim Club has another exhibition soon.”

“Ooh, that eager, are you?” Mira teased. Her arms folded around the Korean woman in a protective hug, feeling her slender figure shuddering with exertion and unfulfilled lust, ruby lips caressing her forehead. “Well, I definitely think I can include you for next time. Indeed, after your great work tonight, I’m more than happy to give you a little retainer if you can commit to specific days.”

“I—I think I can do that,” whispered the Korean beauty, unable to keep from smiling at the thought.

“I’m relieved to hear it. Now, how are you feeling, really? Any injuries I need to know about that?”

“No, I’m not hurt at all, I promise you,” Hannah insisted, unable to keep the blush from her face. “It’s just that, well…”

“Well, what?”

The blush deepened until her fair, beautiful features more resembled a tomato. “Because of how the harness was set up, I think I could do with some… relief. And not in the ‘freshen up in the bathroom’ sense.”

Grinning, Mira reached out for the dimmer switch to turn up the lights, and Hannah’s eyes went wide at the sight of the objects left on the side table right next to her clothes, one in particular sending a pulse of purest excitement running through her soul. “Trust me, I always look out for the well-being of my models.” Rising to her feet, Mira made for the dressing room door, pausing at the last moment to throw Hannah a wry smile. “So by all means… indulge yourself.”

No sooner had Mira closed the door behind her than the first lustful moans sounded as Hannah took full advantage of the provided opportunity. It’s such a relief to know that she’s really enjoying herself here. That will make some of the exhibits I have planned all the easier…